I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1489 - 1484: Does throwing it in the trash can count as littering?

Chapter 1489: Chapter 1484: Does throwing it in the trash can count as littering?

With the experience from before, Tang Ye immediately discarded a segment of memory that seemed normal in his mind; although it felt very real, he was absolutely certain that it was all fake!

Picking up the cellphone he had taken earlier, he removed the piece of flesh stuck to it. He was about to absorb it subconsciously, but just as he was doing so, Tang Ye remembered something and frowned while looking at the piece of flesh that seemed to belong to him.

"This..."

Beep~Beep Beep...!

The room fell into silence, the sound of car horns from outside penetrating the walls and echoing in the hotel room. Even without looking outside, the incessant horn blaring allowed Tang Ye to sense the busyness and panic of the outside world?

There was no need to discuss the origin of this piece of flesh anymore. Last night, he had two sets of memories. One was coming back after finding nothing noteworthy during the curfew. The other was encountering Lu Xiaojie, fighting a monster, and arriving at this morning.

Upon recalling the latter memory, Tang Ye did not hesitate to ignore the former. Among the two memories, only one was real, and that was the latter. Thus, the former memory was false and did not exist. Then how had this piece of flesh, which he used to prevent his phone from going into sleep mode, come about?

"Are you that generous?"

Tang Ye muttered to himself with a frown, not knowing to whom he was speaking. The next second, he slowly stood up from the bed, walked to the curtains, reached out, and drew them aside, revealing the slightly blinding light outside.

"Truly bizarre."

Every time he felt a slight stinging sensation in his eyes, Tang Ye couldn’t help but remark. To the average person, this might not be a big deal, but for a Level 9 like Tang Ye, whose existence far surpassed the ordinary, even he couldn’t escape the discomfort of looking directly at the sun’s rays.

The sound of the car horns was persistent, impossible to ignore, and after hearing it too much, it was irritating. Tang Ye looked down at the street below and quickly saw it crowded with cars. People emerged from surrounding buildings, carrying bags both big and small, some trotting towards a certain place, others hurrying to get into their waiting cars as soon as they came out.

Cars jammed together on the road, which was already blocked earlier, and looking from one end of the road, there was a long line of vehicles stretching far into the distance, too many to count and no traffic police in sight maintaining order.

With so many cars, the constant honking was dizzying, and amidst all the noise, there were layering sounds that suggested it was the same situation in places beyond this one.

Tang Ye observed the situation. He quickly noticed that the pedestrians seemed to be in a rush - everyone was carrying bags, some were dragging their families along, lugging luggage, and hurrying across the street. Then they would ask each driver stuck in traffic if they could ride along, but the drivers did not agree.

The whole street was in such a peculiar state. Those who found a vehicle and got the driver’s consent were overjoyed, while those who failed to catch a ride frantically approached the next car.

The entire scene was full of chaos, with no semblance of order, and it seemed like these people knew something and wanted to leave the city!

"What happened?"

Tang Ye glanced at the piece of "unknown origin" flesh in his hand, feeling that he had missed something.

After opening the window, the sound of car horns, unobstructed by the glass, instantly increased several folds; the world at that moment seemed to consist of nothing but the sound of honking.

The whole city was in a frenzy, the air was filled with an incredibly unsettling atmosphere!

Turning his head, the excessive noise made Tang Ye irritable, gradually unable to control his zombie instincts. But he still tried to endure the annoying honking—he needed to adapt as one would in the face of a harsh environment, where there were only two choices: adapt or be eliminated.

After a while, he threw the piece of flesh out of the window. At the same time, he thought of the tenth rule of The Decent Conduct Regulations: do not litter...

If the seemingly normal memory from last night was false, then he would not have put this piece of flesh on his phone to prevent it from sleeping. So, this piece of flesh was of unknown origin. In this place, Tang Ye certainly wouldn’t dare claim such unidentifiable items as his own.

Sitting back down on the bed, Tang Ye tried to power up the phone, but it wouldn’t switch on.

"Looks like it’s out of battery." He mumbled to himself, charging the phone for a while. Around ten minutes later, he attempted to operate the stolen cellphone again. The screen showed it was charging, and the progress bar finally reached five percent. He held down the power button, and the first image to appear was a grid of numbers with each box containing a digit.

[Please enter the password...]

"Uh... looks like I need a new phone." Tang Ye thought about where he could steal... no, where he should get a new phone or some money to buy one. Tossing the Apple phone he was holding into the trash, he looked at another phone he had brought with him.

Here, that phone also seemed useless, right? The world appeared no different from before the Apocalypse, but the established network was not consistent with the original 802.11 standard, preventing this phone from the outside world from connecting to the "alternate world" network.

After thinking for a bit, Tang Ye threw in the Kylin Sword phone he had brought with him into the trash as well. As he performed these actions, a peculiar thought crossed his mind. The tenth rule of The Decent Conduct Regulations warned people not to litter, which if violated by ordinary people, seemed unlikely to cause any issues. Its real significance appeared to target newcomers like Tang Ye; would simply misplacing items result in loss?

From what Lu Xiaojie warned him yesterday, the command not to identify with trash could apply. But if he threw trash into a trash can, would that count as littering?

Without staying long in the room, Tang Ye got up and headed toward the door. Now, there was a question: What had happened outside? Why did people seem to be fleeing, so desperate to leave this place?